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Meetings

A baby bird and a caterpillar met in the winter
and became friends
The bird didn't know it could fly
The caterpillar wasn't yet a butterfly
But soon they both spread their wings and flew
Where they went nobody knew

A swan and a moth met in the summer
Both could fly
Both had wings
One was seen as beautiful
The other was not
They looked at each other and then looked away
Neither one giving another thought of the other today.
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